I can’t even. It is flawless. Unexpected joy on this otherwise sort of dumbass day.
The first blow was hard, but the second stung like a bee. No floating, no butterflies, just the rock-face of Jimbo or Jumbo or whatever this dude's name was, smiling as he pummeled Ted for his lunch money. I don't want to go to school today, Mom, Ted thought, as his lip split. The crimson sprayed onto the unfamiliar, pale arm that seemed to come out of no-where, and he thought how nice it looked. Like a Jackson Pollock painting.
It’s such a tremendous accomplishment of visual and emotional distortion and an introduction to Charlie all in one... EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE <---- losing damn mind again
"You don't understand," Ted sighed, and Charlie smiled, slightly.
"No. But I understand stupid kinds of living."
Ted never fully understood Charlie, but after two years, he realised slight confusion at a red haired man was a small dime to fork out for getting his ass out alive.
I have never done this in my ‘Net life, but I will do so now: &hearts (or whatever)
Charlie's books balanced, Ted's mind shifted. The police sniffed around, and Ted became as paranoid as a coyote.
Fantastic simile. Just fantastic.
Ted met Dani Reese, and he knew she was good for his conflicted friend. Knew she'd hold him to the ground when he wasn't around to help. He met the neighbours, rich playboys that reminded him of yesterday’s past, and his head became itchy, so he’d stay in doors and watch the world out of the kitchen window.
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Date: 2007-12-13 10:52 pm (UTC)The first blow was hard, but the second stung like a bee. No floating, no butterflies, just the rock-face of Jimbo or Jumbo or whatever this dude's name was, smiling as he pummeled Ted for his lunch money. I don't want to go to school today, Mom, Ted thought, as his lip split. The crimson sprayed onto the unfamiliar, pale arm that seemed to come out of no-where, and he thought how nice it looked. Like a Jackson Pollock painting.
It’s such a tremendous accomplishment of visual and emotional distortion and an introduction to Charlie all in one...
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE <---- losing damn mind again
"You don't understand," Ted sighed, and Charlie smiled, slightly.
"No. But I understand stupid kinds of living."
Ted never fully understood Charlie, but after two years, he realised slight confusion at a red haired man was a small dime to fork out for getting his ass out alive.
I have never done this in my ‘Net life, but I will do so now: &hearts (or whatever)
Charlie's books balanced, Ted's mind shifted. The police sniffed around, and Ted became as paranoid as a coyote.
Fantastic simile. Just fantastic.
Ted met Dani Reese, and he knew she was good for his conflicted friend. Knew she'd hold him to the ground when he wasn't around to help. He met the neighbours, rich playboys that reminded him of yesterday’s past, and his head became itchy, so he’d stay in doors and watch the world out of the kitchen window.
I repeat: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!